[TPR] ASA JAY OUR NEW PRESIDENT

[Asa Jay Laughton]

The brightness of new LED overhead street lamps produced a sharp glare 
off the damp asphalt as the dark panther came roaring around the corner; 
its own HID headlamps swinging around past the darkened business windows 
and lighting up a tall slender figure of a woman in a knee-length white 
dress at the opposite end of the block.  Her neckline plunged deeply 
toward her navel, her white-blond hair whipped from behind her to fall 
lazily across her ample silky smooth bosom revealed by her dress as she 
let the thunder and lighting rounding the corner of the building at the 
far end of the block capture her attention, and it momentarily took her 
breath away.

As if suddenly coming upon it's prey, the cat turned into stealth mode, 
dropping the revs mid-way down the block and slowly stalked the woman in 
white.  It gently crept up to her until her waist came level with the 
roofline.  The passenger door gently popped and without hesitation she 
deftly slid herself into the open seat, closing the door behind her as 
if disappearing into the very night itself.

Comfortably seated inside, her white dress and ivory skin began to glow 
green, reflecting the dashboard lights.  She glanced at the driver, 
lifted her head back with a gracious smile and gently spread her legs as 
a leather gloved hand firmly grasped the tool that would soon deliver a 
pleasure she'd never known.  She quickly glanced his way again and saw 
an urgency that caused her to latch the seat belt in place, and then 
closed her eyes to let the panther do it's worse.

The gentle kitten's purr of horsepower behind her suddenly sprang to 
life without warning, forcing her eyes open and her chest to rise.  With 
the symphonic sound of the gear-drive whining just behind her, the swift 
distant whistle of air rushing through an intake and the thundering V8 
penetrating her thighs, she again closed her eyes and moved her hands 
between her knees, slowly pulling them to herself.  She felt the rush 
quickly fade as the gloved hand moved the pleasure device through a 
measured gate and then the feeling filled her once again.  She closed 
her knees, squeezing her hands between her legs and began to moan 
softly, her eyes closed, her moist tongue tracing her lips.

Reaching the end of the thunderous torque band, the Panther lurched once 
more between gates under the gloved hand, sending her breasts 
momentarily in motion, her moans louder.  "Yes!" she cried as she parted 
her legs again, drawing the white folds of cloth to her waist.  "Yes!" 
again she squeezed, arching her back, trying to force her head back past 
the headrest and into the rear window.  The thunder grew louder as she 
felt the torque pressing her into submission.  "YES!" came her 
satisfaction through moist lips when suddenly the rush paused for what 
seemed an eternity to her.....  but it wasn't.

She opened her eyes and turned her head slightly, only long enough to 
see her tormentor smoothly begin moving toward a gate marked 4.  Her 
eyes grew wide in momentary horror and then complete submission as her 
realization grew and she let out a small scream.  "Oh my God... there's 
MORE!" and she let her head fall back against the headrest again.

And her chest heaved against the dress, her legs tightly clamped against 
her hands.  The gloved hand reached over and pulled the shoulder strap 
of her seat belt and yanked it firmly up, pressing her deeper into the 
seat causing her pelvis to strain against it's confines as she struggled 
for relief.  The powerful thunderous roar of both the rushing wind past 
the glass and the powerplant behind her filled her ears and could be 
felt as tremendous tremors coursing through her.   She even more moaned, 
her eyes tightly shut.

As she anticipated the next pause in the pressure waves overcoming her 
now writhing frame, the smile disappeared from her lips and was replaced 
by that look of impending overwhelming pleasure she knew was near at 
hand.  She pulled her head down to glance past her breasts to her bare 
legs softly glowing in the green light, street lamps pulsated across her 
through the windshield like a strobe light.  She felt the surge of the 
fourth torque band climax and watched her own breasts bounce firmly as 
the Panther grabbed fifth and she thought she would lose her mind.

She let out a shriek of piqued climax pleasure as she arched her head 
and back in unison, straining against the seat belt.  Her legs 
unclenched and clenched as if out of control.  Her eyes then fluttered 
and aftershocks became visible across her dress.

And for its part, the cat gently eased off the throttle and let its 
engine gently purr her into a soft, gentle faint of satisfaction which 
she quickly acknowledged with a wry smile.  With her hair tussled about 
her shoulders, she licked her lips to show her pleasure and that she 
would soon want more.

This ain't your average prancing horse or raging bull...

... This is PANTERA


It would be my distinguished honor to serve the Team Pantera Racing 
populous, to do my best in furthering the dream of making it known to 
others that a 40 year old Italian made, American powered vintage car can 
still keep up appearances as if just graduating college with a degree in 
'Kick Your Ass.'

It has been a pleasure running with the big dogs, even if occasionally 
one has to stay on the porch.  Sometimes the porch is a good place to 
stay for a moment, to view the world and see how it's changed.  But the 
porch must never become so comfortable as to make you wish for it 
constantly.  It is only by the self-sacrifice for our brothers and 
sisters that we gain our measure of satisfaction, and learn our own 
capacities for grace, humility and endurance; not to mention a little 
motivational ass-whoppin' when necessary.  (I'm almost sure that's in 
the Bible somewhere, though I might have paraphrased it).
:)

Ladies and Gentlepeeps, the Open Road Racing season is well upon us and 
we have been caught slumbering with a Scooby snack in our belly.  Big 
Bend Open Road Race is BEHIND us.  NORC is 12 days away.  Do we have 
committed (mentally or otherwise) TPR members for the SORC?  Who do we 
have pledged for SSCC?  This is not the time to be lying on your 
laurels; laurels are for sissies, Laura's on the other hand are for 
laying on.  (I'm pretty sure Patton said that one)

My fellow dogs (and cats), this is the time for all good racers to come 
together to make those Panthers purr; to draw the women near and make 
them squeal with pleasure at the mention of our names.  And to usher in 
that pleasure as my first official act as President, I will draft an 
official pardon for the outgoing President for any and all past 
transgressions with the Brazilian Girls, and instate his official 
capacity to be that of President-at-large - for Life, an office sought 
after by many, but not many with paws large enough to fill it.

Oh, and I'll try to keep the web site working too.  :)

Asa  Jay

Asa Jay Laughton, MSgt, USAFR, Retired
&  Shelley Marie
Spokane, WA
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On 5/1/2015 6:47 AM, Mad Dog Antenucci via TPR wrote:
> Proud and honored to announce AJ Laughton has been endorsed by all for 
> Team Pantera Racing President.
>
> There was not even a close second in the election except there was one 
> vote cast for an old dawg..... but his paw print on the paper looked 
> familiar.
>
> So congratulations*Asa Jay*. We will all serve you proudly.
>
> Dawg, now headed to the 'field' (actually the paint shop) in 5 minutes
>
> Speech-Speech-Speech....hip hip horah....hip hip horah
>
> tgif
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